Green with garlic inside.

When i was a kid, I hated horror. Until I was 12 i was terrified of just about everything, although I always had a soft spot for the old gothic stuff. The turning point was watching Alien and Aliens and the Ravenloft campaign for Dungeons and Dragons. By the time I was 18 i was having all night horror movie marathons with my friends and getting smashed in my parent's basement.

Haha thats cute! My first horror movie was when i was 7 my dad came home from work and dawn of the dead was on i remember waking up and watching it with him. Tender moment :p

When I was a kid we had a quaint little phenomina in our neighborhood- something that doesn't exist any more- a neighborhood theatre. With one screen. Locally owned.

Every Saturday I'd walk down the the Center Theater and watch the Double Feature matinee for $1.00. In addition to two feature films there would be cartoons, old newsreels and serials from the 40s- all lovingly programmed by the theatre manager. There were even prize give aways. One time I won a Weird-Ohs model kit by Ed "Big Daddy" Roth.

I saw some amazing movies there, but by far my favorites were the Hammer double feature and the Roger Corman Poe adaptations. I saw just about every horror & sci fi film made in the late 50s, early 60s there. Seeing them on the big screen was something I'll always remember.

Ah, that's incredible.
I'd give just about anything to have seen those films on the big screen.

It's also a shame that small, locally owned theatres don't really exist anymore, for the most part. Even if they do, they can only afford to play big blockbusters.

There was a pile of old horror comics that I have no memory of receiving at age 9, I vaguely recall a box belonging to someone dead.

I thought comics were just about superheros or Jughead till then.

I would read and re-read them till they fell apart.
One day in 1989, I walked into this comic book store and laid my eyes on the #2 issue of Sandman.
I about peed my pants with this amazing nostalgic flashback to warm and toasty evenings curled in a blanket with those old horror rags.
Don't for the life on me remember why that particular #2 cover connected to that period of time. But it was a good feeling in my bones that day.

What were they? Creepy & Eerie, or things like House of Mystery/Secrets, etc?

I can't remember.
I remember a story with a gravedigger...
buried man still alive...


damn, it's gone like smoke.
I'll give it some thought, though...

Sorry to be such a pest- do you remember if they were black & white or in color? Just curious. I read them all as a kid too.

Vivid color, and for the longest time,thought they were the Tales from the Crypt, but that's definitely not it.
Looked through some lists on-line...nothing looks right...Strange Tales looks vaguely familiar.
This is going to bug me. My memory needs an upgrade.